This is a continuation of the Freak series. Please visit the following link to read Part 1 of this series.
It was 2 weeks since that encounter. I’m no less pissed with what that fucking clown disturbing my piece of mind. I tried gathering information from the guards and building admin and even my neighbors who I bumped into the elevator. No one has heard of the Freak or even seen it.
I would always ask, “Hey Mrs. ________ Good morning. How are you? I am fine thank you. Say have you seen a person…a little kid….around 5Ft tall. Malnourished and looking like a ghost? Wearing some tacky jacket and a stupid mask?”
I always get strange looks, as though they think I am crazy or stressed out. It was 1:00AM, maybe I was tired. I don’t know. Am I getting enough sleep? I know I have. Maybe I need to get a normal job with normal working hours.
Or am I part of an elaborate joke? Truman Show anyone?
I know I saw…. I saw fucking Quasimodo.
But did I?
Why the fuck is Quasimodo doing in my condominium?
But he did try to destroy my gate. Or was it just the wind?
Why was he wearing a mask? Is it really a mask or is it his face?
Maybe I am crazy…..
To be continued.
– Sedric Chua 11/20/2020
Writer's Nook by Sedric 